Walking around the streets of Oslo, Norway, a fallen cross barrette caught your eye. Picking it up, you examined it in your hand before it was snatched from your hand. Looking up, you saw a blond male pinning his hair to the side with the barrette, muttering "Stupid Dane.." under his breath before disappearing back into the crowd leaving you to ponder what just happened.


"Norway... Human name? Do I know you?" [Lukas Bondevik]

"1,145. Why?" [Looks around 20]

"May 17th."


"If you can't tell, your idiocy surpasses the Dane's."

"Again, do I know you? Why must you ask me personal questions?" [Bisexual]

υ1: "It's wrong"
υ2: "To ask personal"
υ3: "Questions like this"

Lillebror: @Aph-Iceland
The Dane:

[Asked to be added.]
Scotland: @Aph_Scotland_
Israel: @Aph_Israel_


"Say it, Iceland. Two words. Big brother."

ɑժʍíղ'Տ ϲօɾղҽɾ

Hallo, hallo~! Maybe you've met me before on my other account @Aph_Scotland_ or on my collaborative account with mein schwester, @Spanish_Prussian
Or maybe you haven't?
Oh well. At least there's Nor--

"You're almost as bad as the Dane."

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Story by Lukas Bondevik
A Journal of Majik by Aph_Norge_
A Journal of Majik Fanfiction
By chance as the Norwegian country was out pestering his brother, you found his Journal laying on the​ table. You quickly opened it and began reading, as he'd forgotten to cast a spell to lock it.
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